Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.